Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Television,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.